FOR THE LOVER THAT I LOST

Your nails still hold

The last few pieces of me

That you scratched from my skin

When the sun was still a flower

Across our endless sky.

The bitterness of separation

Swept away the taste of your lips,

Milked all the life you gave me

When your tongue rubbed against mine

In a quest to find the unknown.

I pray with hands frozen

For a second chance with you,

But my prayers are always torn

By the blades of reality.

If my words were shooting stars,

I would spit them before your eyes

And bring back your memory

To the world we'd created.

©️1916

Inspired by

*Sam Smith's _For The Lover That I Lost._*

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